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Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Praise
  4. Dedication
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Prologue 1989
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. BOOK TWO - 1925
  17. Chapter Ten - 1925
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-one
  29. Chapter Twenty-two
  30. Chapter Twenty-three
  31. Chapter Twenty-four
  32. Chapter Twenty-five
  33. Chapter Twenty-six
  34. Chapter Twenty-seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-one
  39. Chapter Thirty-two
  40. BOOK THREE - 1947
  41. Chapter Thirty-three
  42. Chapter Thirty-four
  43. Chapter Thirty-five
  44. Chapter Thirty-six
  45. Chapter Thirty-seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. BOOK FOUR - 1968
  50. Chapter Forty-one - 1968
  51. Chapter Forty-two
  52. Chapter Forty-three
  53. Chapter Forty-four
  54. Chapter Forty-five
  55. Chapter Forty-six
  56. Chapter Forty-seven
  57. Chapter Forty-eight
  58. Chapter Forty-nine
  59. Chapter Fifty - 1970
  60. EPILOGUE

No one was worth the price he’d paid: years in dingy little dives, each day the crippling of his hands becoming more and more apparent. Each year the bitterness inside him growing. Until now. He was back in England once more, only this time he wasn’t here to hit the big time and make a fortune. This time he was here to make blood money off the back of the woman who’d been like a Jonah to him from the day he had first laid eyes on her. She had had his child, his daughter, but that was nothing, he had to remember that. The child was his passport out of chocolate town and back into the real world where money cushioned everything. The colour of your skin, the roots you came from, even what friends you had.

With his own place he could be someone again. Evander Dorsey could once more hold his head up, could once more have a future.

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-seven

Liselle heard her mother come into the house at seven-thirty. She heard footsteps heavy on the stairs and knew Kerry had been drinking. She carried out her mother’s clothes for the evening. She was singing tonight at The New Yorker as she did once a week whenever she didn’t have concert dates. Victor had been on the telephone twice that afternoon, demanding to know just where her mother was. She had been supposed to meet him to discuss her recording contract and some dates for a European tour. Victor was livid to be stood up, and for the first time ever Liselle felt like telling him to piss off. One day she would. One day, good little girl Liselle would tell them all to piss off, her mother included.

‘Oh, baby, I’ve had a lovely day. Such a lovely day.’

Liselle smiled as her mother came in. It was a forced smile and she hated herself for it.

‘Tonight, after the show, I have a big surprise for you.’

‘Good. Now how about getting in the bath and then getting dressed? We’re late as usual.’

Kerry’s face dropped at her daughter’s flat voice. It was because she’d been drinking. She shouldn’t have drunk that vodka. But hadn’t today been a celebration? Couldn’t she have a celebratory drink?